gypsygrrrl

NO.

I don't have anything better to do at 6 in the morning than to fuck around with a llama's head in photoshop. fuck off!

actually... I have tons to do. but I'm in a horrible ditch of procrastination. been at it all night. how's that for anti-productive? an allnighter with no results. logo and animation due this morning. I really ought to know by now not to take on projects during my PMS. It's like something takes over me each time and just turns me into a useless and emotional goon.

here's a morsel of good news for the Calgarian bunch: do the math - my next PMS will be just in time for my weekend away. R U SURE ya want this mess of a goon there???? I might be violent. I turn into an angry drunk when PMS-ing. I might spontaneously burst into tears during our giggly pillow-fight. oh the fun that awaits...
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in other news:

I just uploaded a bunch of juicy orange kid shots to my Flickr account - check 'em out

here's a sampling:

I just watched the movie
Brown Bunny. Well, sorta - I started it last night but I kept falling asleep during the many long-ass dialogue-and-event-free driving segments of the "film" so i just gave up on it and went to sleep in my bed. Seeing as I am in procrastination mode, I decided to catch the famous fellatio scene with Vincent Gallo and Chlo Sevigny this morning at 5am. The verdict: the movie sucked, but Gallo has a pretty huge cock. and Sevigny has a pretty enduring jaw.

oh, and I re-pierced my ear today. and jacked off while thinking of Hungarian metro workers. woohoo. what a fun-filled weekend.

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update 10 to 11pm-ish:

...um, I think I just inadvertantly showed my tits to my neighbours across from me while [sternly, but tactfully and not in a bitchy way - I swear] asking them to please wrap up their jam session cause my little boy has to go to sleep and wake upr for school in the morning (ya, blame it on the kid that I don't feel like listening to amped out drunken guitar jamming by fat, balding middle-aged slacker men with zero talent and not enough motivation to take their pipe dreams anywhere while they were still young and perhaps had a chance). ... ya, so ma boobs - uh, I was leaning out the window and wearing a loose shirt and I only noticed afterward when i was leaning in infront of the bathroom mirror to brush Sy's teeth that my tatas were semi-visible... oh well, whatever works. they did stop...

and writing it in here is sorta like a conscience-cleansing. sorta. whatever.